Zayn's POV
After she stormed out of my car, I heard people screaming for help. I rushed out of the car and looked. My legs went limp and I can't take the sight anymore. Perrie was laying with blood on her head and body. She layed there unconsicious. The paramedics surrounded her and lifted her limp body to the bed.
I quickly got to my car to the hospital, when I arrived. I called jesy, Leigh Anne, jade, Niall, Louis, Liam, Harry and Ed. I cringed at his name, they we're still together. I paced back and forth, I can't sit down. After a few minutes, the girls and the boys rushed they're way inside, the girls bombarded me with questions. 'Is she okay?' 'What happened?' 'Did the doctor say anything?'. "Everybody shut up!" I yelled, I couldn't think straight with all of them pushing me with questions.
They kept silent, after a few minutes jesy asked. "What happened?" She asked, "I was in the bar, I saw her, stalking me. When I tried talking to her she ran, I caught her and locked her in my car so that we can talk. But she stormed off, after 2 mins. I heard people shouting for help, I rushed there and I saw her lying on the road with blood, the paramedics came and took her away" I explained.
"So this is all your fault" Leigh Anne snapped, perrie always described her as an overprotective sister, I looked down. Then I realized that it was, "Leigh Anne, it wasn't his fault" jade explained, "open your eyes jade! If zayn hadn't followed her then none of this would've happened!" She yelled frustrated, "you're right" I mumbled. "No it isn't your fault"
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FanfictionThey say that love is an open door. They're wrong. Love is a door, but it isn't open. Every door needs a key, and that door belongs to Zayn Malik. And the key to make his door open, is Perrie Edwards.
